Sone Kramer
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navigating earth
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Stories (17/0)
- Top Story - July 2022
Remembering AgainTop Story - July 2022
It has taken ten years for Poppop to remember my name again. We are sitting at a table outside under string lights and stars. He is wearing a blue sweater vest and his head is still bald. I cry as he marvels at my tattoos. He tells me he would like to get some. How outlandish! How hip! He doesn't ask me why I’m crying, and I don’t register the tears until I wake up.
By Sone Kramerabout a year ago in Families
Remembering Again
It has taken ten years for Poppop to remember my name again. We are sitting at a table outside under string lights and stars. He is wearing a blue sweater vest and his head is still bald. I cry as he marvels at my tattoos. He tells me he would like to get some. How outlandish! How hip! He doesn't ask me why I’m crying, and I don’t register the tears until I wake up.
By Sone Kramerabout a year ago in Families
The Red, Blue, and Yellow Plane
“Hey chief, where have you been flying these days?” Dawn spoke on the landline to her former coworker. Dawn, a woman in her seventies, retired years ago. “Remember when you gave me the one-time pass to borrow a plane, no questions asked? Remember when I said I’ll never ask for that? Tomorrow night I need five of the biggest planes from Earth Airlines, and I could use some help flying them.”
By Sone Kramer2 years ago in Earth
Waiting for an idea to come
I want to write a story that is scary but does not cause me nightmares. I have always been fond of foggy waters. I am sitting in a reservoir with my feet in the sand. It is too cold to swim because winter is coming. How scary the thought—there are many things I wait for; winter is not one of them.
By Sone Kramer2 years ago in Horror
Traveling Souls
It has been over three hundred years since I was a human—once a beetle, then a bird, a cat, and now a pear tree—I grow on a farm and observe humanity. I reflect on the magical story that never ends about the journey of souls on Planet Earth. Souls are born into bodies, they live, they die, and life begins again. A soul is a grasshopper, a duck, then a fly; a soul occupies a different body in each life. They experience the world as a tiger and then become a wife. Their child in their wife-life becomes their sibling in the next, then the pear tree in their orchard, then their best friend. The beauty and magic of the never-ending souls: the humans do not even know! They are not aware they will live again!
By Sone Kramer2 years ago in Earth
Ooey Gooey, Goozing Oozing Spider
Ooey Gooey, Goozing Oozing Spider Through a crack in my window screen, tonight a spider comes to me. Sporting pink hair and slipping out of closet doors, this spider is undoubtedly part of the queer community; I will only refer to them using they/them pronouns until further investigation.
By Sone Kramer2 years ago in Earth
